Tessa Hartley didn't just die. She got assigned to the worst department in Hell.

Dead at thirty-two from a heart attack she doesn't believe in, Tessa wakes up in Hell Inc.'s basement—a company that runs the afterlife like a Fortune 500 with quarterly reviews, interdepartmental warfare, and a break room microwave that bites. Her new assignment: Lost & Found, the department where things go when nobody wants them found. Including, apparently, her.

Nate, the charmer who performs confidence like a second skin and crumbles when someone sees through it.

Gary, the data analyst who built Hell's sorting algorithm, blushes amber, and can barely make eye contact—but his hands know exactly what they're doing.

Larry, the muscle who writes terrible poetry with complete sincerity and carries her out of every disaster without being asked.

Simon, the obsessive analyst who's been mapping a conspiracy on his whiteboards for a century, waiting for someone to care.

Pete, the ancient one who's been napping in his chair for four hundred years because the last time he asked questions, they buried him. He knows where every body is hidden. Literally.

Kevin, the department head who memorized eleven thousand forms and just needed someone to point him at the right fight.

Tessa does what she does best: she organizes. She clears the backlog. She builds a team out of six demons the institution threw away. And buried in the files, she finds a pattern—a pipeline that's been murdering innovators, stealing their technology, and routing the evidence to her department for centuries. The same pipeline that killed her. The same one that leads to her best friend, her stolen company, and a conspiracy that reaches Hell's Board of Directors.

She has no demon powers. She has a whiteboard, a pen, and six demons who are done being forgotten.

The Board doesn't know it yet, but Lost & Found just became the most dangerous department in Hell.